Lani Lynn Vale Novels & Stories

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

“He’s the Lycan Leader. There are guards, protocols—” “He has a goddamn cock!” she enunciated coldly. “He’s a man. You’ve slept with him before. You will be Luna of the Obsidian Throne, Selene Vale. I don’t care what it takes. It’s bad enough the region whispers about your… mistakes. The only way to silence them is an heir. Give him a reason he can’t ignore.” My throat tightened. I swallowed hard, refusing to let tears fall. Crying only made her angrier.

My eyes moved fast until they stopped on one name. Valerie. For a second, the air shifted. I read it more slowly this time. Valerie Vale. My jaw tightened. The image that loaded beneath the name erased all doubt. Vale. Liora’s friend. The quiet, charming one she spoke about and trusted enough to bring back into her world. But to me, Valerie was the submissive Nikolai sent to my hotel room in Toronto. The woman who knows exactly how to turn sin into art. Pretending she didn’t know whose bed she was walking into.

She’d thought the uproar was a disagreement about something that the Gamma warrior had revealed, or how completely unnecessary it had been for Nyx to disrespect the dead in that cabin. But they were actually talking about kicking her out? “The message about the Moonvalley pack was a trap; someone somehow took our Alpha, a wolf stronger than all of us, but you want to argue about whether I belong here or not?” she asked, her voice unsteady with the audacity in the room. “Your eyes turned red, Ava.” Riley’s voice was loud even though she still hid behind the others. “That’s not right. You’re like the demon wolf Elder Charles talked about. We’re not safe here with you.”

Aviva hugged Valencia while holding Caden. “I miss you too.” Valencia smiled sweetly and hugged her in return. “How have you been? Hi Caden.” Her eyes fell on Caden, and she bent slightly so she could hug him. Lessie held her beautiful two-year-old daughter, Lily, and hugged Valencia, then a pregnant Aneira. “Come on, let's go in.” Valencia held their hands and began to lead them inside. Her eyes met with Maverick’s, and they subconsciously smiled.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

He has grey short hair but brown eyes that match Louis’s. Mum walks over to join us with Luna Amelie, Brett’s mother. “Hello my gorgeous girl.” She kisses both my cheeks and squeezes me into an embrace. “You look stunning.” “Thank you Luna Amelie, you look amazing.” I add. Luna Amelie has always been gentle towards me, even though she has a reputation for being quite a ruthless Luna. She is wearing a silver silk dress and diamond earrings. She has long wavy brown hair, the same colour as Brett’s, that is styled into a side ponytail. She gives me a once over before turning back to my Mum.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Her voice came out raw, but steady. “I’m Baylee Vale,” she said, and gods, even hearing her own name steady in her mouth cracked something in her chest. “Daughter of Melissa Vale and Jimmy Vale. Mate of Collin Hale of Silverveil. Luna of Silverveil. I belong to myself. I stand with Silverveil. I choose Silverveil. Gunner does not speak for me.” Dead air. For a heartbeat, nobody breathed. Then sound hit Hollow Creek like a body slam. Frostfang howled — not loud, not full-lung, but a sharp, cutting sound of approval and amusement and oh, this is good.